Fanzoned | Calum Hood

Yellowlight

As soon as I make it to my room and close the door behind me, I lean back against the door and let myself slowly fall down against it, until I fully make my way to the ground. What just happened? How did I act so calm? Calum Hood talked to me. Calum Hood said he will see me downstairs. I hope he sees my downstairs. I've already seen his downstairs thanks so social media.

Maddy is still downstairs. I frantically look for my phone in my little purse, wondering what happened with her. With Michael. I find it within seconds and text her, hi.

I think Michael is on something, says her reply. Or he has already had some to drink. He keeps trying to pet my hair, saying he wants to tame the fire between us. Because my hair is red. He thinks he is so funny.

I send a prayer to the guy upstairs (not the guy staying above us, but Jesus) for all of this to go well. I reply to Maddy and let her know that I'm on my way back downstairs, and that Calum had said he will be coming down as well. I notice that while I'm walking, it's starting to feel like I'm floating; I feel really light and giddy. And I feel like laughing at everything.

When I arrive back at the bar, I walk up to Maddy, who really does have Michael's hands all up in her hair. He has a lazy smile, and his squinty eyes indicate that he is totally gone.

Maddy introduces us, while he holds a single strand of her hair through his fingers, twisting it. "Michael, this is my friend Haley. Haley, this is Michael. He's Australian." I life my eyebrows, pretending to be surprised and look over to Michael, acting impressed.

"Wow, you're Australian? That's so cool and weird; the  guy I just met in the elevator was Australian too.  He said he was going to come down and get a drink." I laugh, the alcohol getting the best of me.

Michael's eyes light up and he gasps. "No way, that was probably Calum! Tall? Looks Asian but isn't?"

My laughter is uncontrollable by now. "Yeah, I think that's him!"

"You know he gets super mad when people call him Asian?" Michael enthusiastically asks.

"Really?" I engage him, playing around the fact that he is drunker than I am.

"Yes! I called him Asian in the car, even though I was kidding, and he got so-"

"Enough, Beetlejuice," says a voice behind me. Maddy and I start laughing immediately, but Michael's smile gets wiped off his face.

"Sorry!" Michael begins once more, "I don't speak Asian," Michael laughs again, while Calum's face gets a lot more angry looking.

"Dude, Asian isn't even a fucking language-"

I'm pretty sure at this point Michael will get punched in the face by Calum if I don't jump in between them and putting my hands on his chest, preventing him from taking any more steps toward Michael. Maddy pulls Michael away from Calum and I, and they leave and go somewhere else.

Calum just puts his hands above his head and breathes heavily, probably trying to calm himself down. "You good? You need a drink?" I ask, trying to distract him from whatever that was with Michael.

"I should be asking you if you want something to drink," he replies, the last of his anger fading. He drops his hands back to his sides at last, "I swear I usually don't get so mad like that."

I feel my cheeks get red with my nervousness. "I'd love a drink." He smiles and leans against the bar and orders us some more drinks, something that I don't recognize the name of. I'm actually glad he doesn't ask me what I want, because the only thing I know is a vodka cranberry or a long island iced tea.